Horizon of Darkness

Joe was quickly served a decent third-rate beer.
- Come on, buddy!

—That's more like it. —the old pirate rejoiced.
Unfortunately, his companions soon began to gather for reconnaissance, so he had to postpone his rest until better times.
—Tsk, they're all so quick. —Joe grumbled discontentedly. —Hey, boss, pour me some more rum for the road, so I can get to work with more enthusiasm.

- Hey! I ran into the forest, catch up!

- Heard that, one-legged? Catch up! - Irony dripped from the words as he chuckled.

—I'll catch up to you... —the former adventurer snapped back, spitting disdainfully. —I've got my own things to worry about, you run after yourselves.